Quotes
Quotes about Gain
To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.
An idea can turn to dust or magic, depending on the talent that rubs against it.
To the weak became I as weak, that I might gain the weak: I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.
A man's own good breeding is the best security against other people's ill manners.
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
Marriage is a wonderful invention; but, then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.
One advantage of marriage, it seems to me, is that when you fall out of love with him, or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you maybe fall in again.
One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you fall in again.
Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.
'Dying for an idea,' again, sounds well enough, but why not let the idea die instead of you?
As there is no worldly gain without some loss so there is no worldly loss without some gain.
Man's maturity: to have regained the seriousness that he had as a child at play.
To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.
As drifting logs of wood may haply meet On ocean's waters surging to and fro, And having met, drift once again apart, So, fleeting is the intercourse of men. E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes, Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways, So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Like a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main, Another plank encountered, Meets, touches, parts again; So tossed, and drifting ever, On life's unresting sea, Men meet, and greet, and sever, Parting eternally.
Like driftwood spares which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean-plain, So on the sea of life, alas! Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness: So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he will look as hollow as a ghost, As dim and meagre as an ague's fit, And so he'll die; and rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him.
When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet how much less it were to gain, Though thou hast left me free, The loveliest things that still remain, Than thus remember thee.
I've sometimes thought of marrying, and then I've thought again.
I have come to the conclusion never again to think of marrying, and for this reason, I can never be satisfied with anyone who would be blockhead enough to have me.
